So over dinner my family was sharing stories about funerals. One great uncle got over the hole and then fell out of the bottom of the coffin so they had to find a new coffin, fish him out of the hole and put 'im back in. Great grandaddys hole was too small and so uncle Tom had to go down and make it bigger but then they started lowering the casket and uncle Tom was still in the hole so they had to fish him out of the hole. This funeral is now cursed because they used a digger to dig the hole on family land instead of doing it by hand. All of hem left a mess of affairs so I told my sister's that when I die just throw me in the fire then off a cliff and fight over the inheritance.